The Hidden Extra: The Lazy Prince Refuses to Ascend The Throne Chapter 715 Training Results

"A guest?" Shion inquired, surprise evident in his voice. "Who could it be?"

"It's..." Luna began, her hesitation palpable. Before she could complete her sentence, the office door swung open, revealing a striking figure.

A woman of mature beauty, her white hair was immaculately styled into a tight bun. Even her long, elegantly curled eyelashes were the color of snow.

Clad in a simple yet elegant pink dress, she exuded an aura of refined charm.

Shion recognized her instantly – it was Claire.

"Claire?" Shion's eyebrows arched slightly. "What brings you here?"

Claire remained silent for a moment, her gaze, filled with an unmistakable mix of affection and yearning, fixed solely on Nolan.

"I came to pay a visit," she stated matter-of-factly. "Is my presence unwelcome?"

Her attention finally shifted from Nolan, and she cast a subtly displeased look at Shion.

"Not at all," Shion responded with a light, awkward smile. "It's just... your arrival was quite unexpected. I assumed something might have happened."

Standing up, Shion added, "Please, take a seat. Would you care for something to drink?"

Claire moved towards the seating area and settled down next to Nolan.

"Tea would be fine," Claire replied curtly.

Shion acknowledged her request with a nod and proceeded to prepare the tea.

Luna offered to assist, but Shion kindly suggested she rest instead.

"It has been quite some time, Your Highness. How have you been?" Claire inquired, her voice gentle.

Nolan offered a smile. "I am doing well. And you?"

"I am well also. Incidentally, I heard you were responsible for the demise of the First Prince of the Ancient Kingdom of Eron, Aldrian Lyren. Is this information accurate?" she asked, curiosity piqued.

The royal family had been unable to conceal Aldrian's death, and news of it had already permeated the entire southern continent.

However, the identity of the perpetrator remained an elusive mystery, even to Claire.

But approximately a week prior, Shion had confided the truth to her: the culprit was none other than Nolan.

Understandably, Claire had been profoundly shocked, finding it difficult to fully accept. Yet, she also recognized that Shion had no conceivable reason to fabricate such a story.

This revelation was the driving force behind her urgent desire to meet Nolan. Unfortunately, arranging an audience with him had proven exceptionally challenging.

Fortunately, word reached her that Nolan would be visiting the Blue Moon office today, prompting her immediate and unhesitating arrival.

Nolan inclined his head, offering no denial.

"Indeed, I am the one who ended his life. As for the reason… it is rather complex. Ultimately, however, I acted because Aldrian attempted to assault my sister."

As he spoke, a chilling coldness settled over his expression.

"Attempted to assault your sister?" Claire's complexion darkened considerably. "How utterly despicable! It is no wonder you took his life – he certainly deserved such a fate!"

Nolan found her reaction rather surprising. To his recollection, Claire had always maintained a demeanor of calm gentleness.

Such overt anger from her was an uncommon sight.

"I appreciate your support," Nolan said.

He gently patted her head, causing Claire's cheeks to instantly flush with embarrassment.

For reasons inexplicable to her, Nolan's gestures of kindness always instilled a profound sense of ease within her.

However, she acknowledged internally that she was considerably older than him. Such feelings of comfort should not be present.

Yet, the reality was undeniable – she derived immense pleasure from it.

Abruptly, her gaze fell upon Eira, who was comfortably nestled on Nolan's lap.

"And who might this young child be, Your Highness?"

"This is Eira – the little dragon with a penchant for chocolate. Do you recall her?" Nolan replied, playfully poking Eira's cheek with his index finger.

"Eira?" Claire exclaimed, taken aback. "How is it possible she has grown so rapidly? If my memory serves me correctly, it hasn't even been a full year since you brought her back, has it?"

While Claire's familiarity with dragons was limited, she was aware that their developmental stages were typically very protracted.

Even a hatchling dragon could require centuries to reach adolescence.

Eira might not require such an extended period, but less than a year seemed extraordinarily swift.

"Eira is unique. I provided her with numerous rare potions – their value is immeasurable," Nolan explained casually, his fingers gently stroking the young girl's hair.

"I see..." Claire murmured, nodding slowly, her eyes remaining fixed on Eira.

For reasons unexplainable, the little dragon evoked a sense of uncanny resemblance to herself.

'If Nolan and I were to have a child... would she resemble Eira?'

The mere thought caused Claire to freeze momentarily before she instinctively slapped both her cheeks.

'W-What am I thinking? How could such a notion even cross my mind?'

Nolan was significantly younger than her – younger even than her departed nephew, Zarak.

"Is something amiss? You seem rather lost in thought," Nolan's voice, tinged with confusion, broke the silence beside her.

Claire immediately straightened her posture, stiffly shaking her head.

"N-Nothing at all. Speaking of which, Your Highness, there is a business matter I wish to discuss with you," she said hastily, her tone suggesting a strong desire to change the subject.

"By all means," Nolan agreed, a smile gracing his lips. "Pray tell, what is on your mind?"

Regaining her composure, Claire proceeded to discuss the pertinent work-related issues with him.

Nolan held the position of majority shareholder within the White Lotus Trading House.

While Claire outwardly appeared to be the owner, she was keenly aware that her role was essentially that of a representative manager, acting on his behalf.

Consequently, significant choices still necessitated discussions with Nolan, despite his earlier assurances of its unimportance.

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Two days elapsed…

Whoosh!

Nolan unleashed a rapid series of punches and kicks toward Evalyn. Nevertheless, Evalyn managed to evade these assaults, albeit with considerable effort.

Nolan ceased his barrage and nodded, a look of satisfaction on his face.

"Your reflexes are truly exceptional. You are making progress at an astonishing pace," he declared with evident admiration.

It was no surprise, then, that his father, the Emperor, had previously identified Evalyn as a prodigy. In a mere three days, her development had been nothing short of remarkable.

Evalyn, breathing heavily, couldn't help but wear a wide grin.

"Thank you for the compliment. It is entirely due to your expert guidance and rigorous training."

Her initial skepticism and pride had completely dissipated. What remained was a profound acknowledgment of Nolan's undeniable capabilities.

The individual she once so easily overpowered had now become her crucial support during her most challenging period.

"We still have two days remaining. We shall dedicate this time to further honing your reflexes and bolstering your physical endurance," Nolan announced.

He then retrieved the wooden sword that had been prepared and casually tossed it towards Evalyn.

Evalyn caught the weapon and expertly twirled it in her grasp.

Without any hesitation, she lunged forward at Nolan. The sword was raised high before executing a swift downward cut aimed directly at his face.

Nolan evaded the strike with practiced ease, but Evalyn's offense did not cease.

Utilizing the momentum of her own body, she rotated her hips and delivered a powerful horizontal slash.

Once again, Nolan merely ducked, deftly avoiding the incoming blade.

Seizing the moment when Evalyn was slightly destabilized, he countered with a swift punch.

However, Evalyn appeared to have anticipated his move. She lowered her stance by bending her knees and leaped backward to create distance.

A brief moment of intense eye contact passed between them, after which both combatants surged forward, resuming their fierce engagement.

Their movements were incredibly rapid, and each attack possessed sufficient power to inflict serious harm upon the other.

After approximately fifteen minutes of relentless combat, Evalyn started to show signs of exhaustion. Nolan immediately capitalized on this lapse—he swiftly grasped her left wrist, pulled it downwards, and effectively immobilized her arm.

"You've lost yet again," Nolan stated, a playful smirk gracing his lips.

Evalyn let out a soft, resigned sigh. Yet, this time, the familiar frustration was absent—replaced instead by a sense of relief, accompanied by a gentle smile.

"You are the victor."